Wednesday, March 22, 2006

A Confession

From my Grace Notes book:

You have to take time to live. Living takes time. - Eleanor MacMillan Brown

Clearly, this woman hasn't seen my schedule.

The rest of this blog has nothing to do with that quote... I just liked it and thought I'd share. You have now seen how my brain works -- disjointed and utterly without organization. Be afraid, be very afraid.

So... moving on...

I have a confession to make: I have a fetish. No, not that kind -- pick your mind up out of the gutter.

My fetish? I love office supplies. I could spend hours in the local Staples store. If I had a bigger office, a bigger desk, I could be in trouble. I used to do the purchasing for my sales office before I was manager, and would nearly moan with pleasure when I looked through the catalog. See all the pretty sticky notes, the wide variety of pens and file folders. oooooohhhh..... (*fans self*)

I fed my fetish this past week by buying my daughters curriculum and school supplies. She's pretty much through her second grade curriuculum, and we aren't through with school yet, so I had to go buy some. It came in the mail a few days ago, and I couldn't wait to rip into it. To smell the freshly printed pages. To glance through the workbooks.

I'm one sick puppy.

Still, it wasn't enough, and I'm beginning to feel the urge to go to Staples again. I mean, they sent me my rebate check from my Staples Rewards card. I have to go spend it, right? So what if I don't really need anything (though I am getting a little short on printer paper).

4 comments:

I'm picturing the Staples commercial with the dad pushing the cart joyfully through the store to the music "Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". Okay, I can totally relate. I used to be in charge of ordering office supplies for a company I used to work for. I loved going through the catalog. It was very satisfying. I wish I could do it now. I wish I had an office here at home, boy it would be so "pimped" out with office supplies.

art supplies...... When we first discovered AC Moore I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I love to paint (handpainted wooden boxes) and I'd spend 50+ dollars there easily everytime I'd go in. And beading and candle making and bath salts and baskets. Not that I'd use half the stuff I bought in the end.